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By Jets to Brazil, air traffic control it's me
coach-class row thirteen
i've got that sinking
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By Jets to Brazil, i love my mother for all the things she's not
but
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By Jets to Brazil, Hello, old friend. It's been a while. How you been?
All
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By Jets to Brazil, In the dream that awakened me,
you had come and taken
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By Jets to Brazil, candle is blue could see me through but I'm color
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By Jets to Brazil, a hound's tooth coat pockets are bulging
with nebutal bought from
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By Jets to Brazil, we are the high street service trays
coming to take you
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By Jets to Brazil, When you drive a nail through all that's good,
the carpenter
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By Jets to Brazil, i just found the frame
where i took your picture away
and
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By Jets to Brazil, The road tonight is cold with ice and no cars
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By Jets to Brazil, I live in a hotel
must keep writing
if I'm to be
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By Jets to Brazil, Rose, can I come down for a drink?
It's happened again
I've
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By Jets to Brazil, in the tall grass of a long sun a quiet
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By Jets to Brazil, know that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling
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By Jets to Brazil, do you know what would be good right here? some
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By Jets to Brazil, there's a sign up ahead
says no signs for a while
and
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By Jets to Brazil, How long will you wait for me to come around?
And
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By Jets to Brazil, what will you do to turn this around
so many behind
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By Jets to Brazil, now she's milk and she's apples
you're scotch and segregation
lips like
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By Jets to Brazil, morning new disease charcoal in bed
boansoaked anemic listen in horror
to
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By Jets to Brazil, kid i held you with these arms that felt so
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By Jets to Brazil, words in my head
atom splitting up the twins
rocks inside my
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By Jets to Brazil, sickly surrender to cola remember machines
shaky somnambulist shiver out all
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By Jets to Brazil, I'm a long list with no time, sunset panic on
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By Jets to Brazil, Oh hair of dread, the time is here.
Thirty-three, the sheep
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By Jets to Brazil, there's glass in this rug
tiny splinters pass
all just missiles to
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By Jets to Brazil, Headlights and red eyes, a warm beer between your thighs.
Mess
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By Jets to Brazil, the curtain's a sea anemone
in the way it sways
to the
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By Jets to Brazil, starry configurations am just a receiver
divine recombinations am just a
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By Jets to Brazil, tasting you in rain I walk down to the train